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    In a fit of madness, King Aerys orders Jaime to be fostered at Winterfell.

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    22 Jul 2026

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    rare-pair perfection

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    Sent south as a royal ward, Lyanna Stark is meant to be shaped by the court. Instead, she is protected by a queen, valued by a king, and claimed as family by dragons. As ambition turns lethal and the North calls her home, Lyanna learns that choice is its own kind of power.

    She is not taken.
    She is chosen.

     

    𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘

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    16 Jul 2026

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    R+L = <3

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    Family, duty, honor. These are the principles that Catelyn Tully was raised on, and had made an inseparable part of herself. A change in her character due to childhood trauma caused a ripple effect, changing all her children’s outlook on life and changing the course of Westeros’s history forever.

    Catelyn will protect her family, and as a Stark that includes her new husband’s bastard son. Jon is forever a Stark, raised as Robb’s younger twin.

    Catelyn will do her duty and raise her children to be strong enough to protect their family and preserve their way of life. Robb forgoes any notion of marrying for love and secures his alliance with the Frey.

    Honor. Well, with both family and duty coming first, there's often little chance for honor to ever come into the equation.

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    15 Jul 2026

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    If Valarr was the firstborn, the bursting pride of Baelor Targaryen, and Matarys, the lastborn, his fragile little hope, Aenar Targaryen was his secondborn child - his simple joy - torn away too soon.

    His murder - for Baelor could hardly call it anything else despite the desperate hopes and fervent prayers of his lady wife to recover a boy, not a body - had broken the tentative peace that had been reached between King Daeron the Good and his many bastard brothers, and had earned Baelor his name as both Breakspear and Hammer.

    It hadn't brought his son back to him. Hadn't made his wife any happier, or his sons remember their brother as anything other than a single portrait hung dearly upon the family solar. So Baelor had hid his grief deep beneath his chest, turned his attentions to the few sons he had left, and held them tight.

    It was with that faded memory of his son, tucked so close and dear to his breast, that he saw the man - no, a boy really, despite how massive in height and stature he was - peeking from behind the door into the borrowed solar of where Lord Ashford hosted them.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    one of those fics that i don't remember how i discovered but i'm so proud i did! a hidden gem fr

  5. Public Bookmark 28

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    They should never have understood each other.
    Even less should they have sought one another.
    And yet...

    Aera Targaryen was born in the shadow of a throne and beneath the weight of a name that burns the tongues that speak it as much as it inspires fear. Invisible in the eyes of the realm, yet keenly aware of its cruelties, she learns early that greatness must be carried upright, even when the world despises you.

    Lyonel Baratheon, on the other hand, lives for noise, wine, and freedom. He laughs too loudly, speaks too quickly, and refuses to bend the knee any lower than necessary. He does not like dragons, least of all those who believe themselves above men.

    In the tents of tournaments, between murmured provocations and defiant glances, their paths cross, clash... and then linger.

    But between the pride of the storm stags and the fire of dragons, there is never neutral ground.
    Only sparks.

    And some fires are born only to consume...
    or to illuminate what one dared not see.

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    23 May 2026